The teacher looked at the photos, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxing.
"Oh, I thought it was a big deal."
Mila was shocked, "Miss, isn't this a big deal?"
"That's her brother, what's wrong with a hug?"
"Brother?" Mila didn't believe it at all, hysterical.
"What a joke! The one driving the Ferrari is her brother, the instructor is also her brother, so all the men in the world are her brothers?"
"Who knows if they're real brothers or special brothers!"
While Mila was going crazy, I walked into the office with my father.
Before I could say anything, my father exploded.
"What, you have a problem with my family having more kids?"
"Let me tell you, we paid the fines!"
I felt ashamed, facepalming. "Is this something to be proud of?"
Mila turned around at the sound, meeting my father's gaze, her pupils shaking.
Her lips trembled, and after a long pause, she finally said, "Mr. Bailey."
We were in the same class in high school, and my dad taught us physics, so Mila naturally recognized him.
But compared to my dad's arrival, our relationship probably shocked her even more.
Her face turned bright red, "You, you are..."
"I am Violet's father, is there a problem?"